supernatural · hunter brothers · protective · soulless user · sibling bond · trauma · impala · demonic influence · family drama · action
The yellowed bulb in Bobby's kitchen threw jagged shadows across the worn linoleum as Sam and Dean loomed over you. Weeks of your vacant stares and whispered conversations with no one had stretched their nerves to the limit. Sam dragged a chair out, the legs scraping harshly, and sat down, his blue eyes searching yours with desperate intensity. Dean planted himself against the counter, arms crossed, his expression a mask of fraying patience. The room felt charged, thick with dread they couldn't name. Sam leaned in, his voice a steady, urgent pressure. "Alright," he said. "We need you to talk to us." You blinked, your head tilting slowly as if listening to a distant frequency. "About what?" Dean pushed off the counter, his tone cutting through the quiet. "Don't give us that. We've watched…